My Words Are Law

What are we? (2)

Amaryllis quickly pulled her hand back from his weakened grasp.

"You're sick. I'll take you to the hospi-"

Her words trailed off at the laugh croaking out of his throat. What's funny? She stared as he turned away from her, seemingly resigning to his fate. "No... No hospital. You can leave after getting what you came back for."

For a while, she remained in her spot, trying to decode the mournful back of her classmate until she came to her senses. If he doesn't like to, then he doesn't. She lowered her gaze after and finally caught sight of her bus pass near the center table.

Kneeling, she picked it up and secured it in her bag before turning around to leave. There's no way he doesn't have anyone to call, and her Aunt must be wondering where she is right now. Ivan, too... He's already suspicious as is.

"I'm... leaving."

The door shut behind her, hiding the patient in the living room.

~~~

Chryses Taylor never fell sick before. Whether it was the common colds, growth pains, or headache- He never had them.

Until now.

His eyes fluttered open, feeling warm for some reason. Then he remembered the headache from the fever. It was painful, but he welcomed it nonetheless because she was here. Because she looked at him with pity.

That was enough. At least he knows she can still feel concern for him, however small it may be.

Groaning, he stretched out his hands to ward off the bright sunlight and was surprised to see a blanket fall off his torso. He squinted his eyes and directed his hand to his forehead instead, where a fever patch was sloppily attached. He paused for a bit, tilting his head as he brushed back his fringe from his forehead while basking in the first rays of the sun.

It's a good day with a fine weather. He should feel that way. Yet it felt like a bad sense of deja vu...

The newly bought bottle of water at the foot of the sofa, the lingering smell of his favorite scent, the strand of dark hair stuck on his neck... Everything is the same... To the very last detail.

He sat up and took notice of the opened medicine box on the table. He stretched out his hand and took the medicine that was set aside carefully, inspecting it in his hand with a disgruntled look.

My phone will ring.

His phone instantly blew up as if it was waiting for him to confirm his schedule. President Cadell.

"...Why are you calling me so early in the morning?" He asked as he stood up to stretch his limbs. The fever seemed to have subsided as he didn't feel any pain.

The document...

"Your secretary delivered me an interesting document-"

"Which will be at your discretion."

"...And what will you get from this?"

"You don't have to worry as it doesn't involve you, however... You must never mention my involvement in this matter."

Chryses ended the conversation and stayed still for a moment, feeling the crisp morning air. The light hit his amber eyes, making them glow as he stared at the pool's sparkling waters. Blue... The water in the ocean in his dream was a lot prettier. It moved with force. Sometimes, gentle, sometimes angry, and full of life.

Soon, he reached for his phone and contacted his assistant.

"Make sure J. S. Media makes the scandal their headline."

"...Understood."

He ended the call and headed to the bathroom, ignoring the blaring sounds coming from his phone.

****††****

An inevitable fate...

...Two souls of disparaging fortune bridled by a rotten thread.

What wheels one to the other behooves chaos' visit...

And where-er chaos goes, dolor smiles in fervor,

And the knot shall be undone.

And the sun shall be cloaked in darkness,

Giving birth to thy abyss eternal...

****††****

Amaryllis woke up to the sound of her alarm clock ringing. Immediately, last night's memory came to mind. She groaned, closed her eyes, and sloppily tried to cover her face with the blanket. Why did she go back? Why did she have to take care of him? Why does she have the conscience to feel concerned about people like him?

He's... dangerous.

Very dangerous.

Even until now, she still can't figure out what he wants from her. Why go through all such trouble for her? There must be something, but what?

Surely, he's not so bored that he'd create such ridiculous entertainment to the point of the possibility of disownment?

"Surely..."

A beep interrupted her thoughts. Grabbing her phone, she reluctantly opened the message.

'Have you seen this?' It was Mia. And she sent a link to a video.

"Oh my god!"

Footsteps could be heard rushing in the direction of her bedroom, and in a matter of seconds, her door burst open. However, it was her who almost broke the hinges, surprising Ivan, whose eyes were still red from sleeping.

"What!? What is it!?" He asked his sister, who still had water dripping on her face and a shoe that was being dragged on the floor while she rushed to slip her foot in to go out.

"I'll come back later! I'm meeting with Mia!"

"What? What..? This early? I doubt that girl's awake, if ever, at all!" Ivan followed after his sister, but she had already closed the door behind her.

"...What the heck..?"

"What's with all the racket this early in the morning?" The haggard-looking Rosa uttered, yawning as she dragged her feet to the living room.

"...Aunt, do you think Amaryllis is keeping something from us?" Ivan asked worriedly.

Rosa looked at the door for a second before shrugging. "I don't know. Maybe it's a guy?" She jokingly muttered, then laughed at Ivan's expression of disbelief.

"That's impossible."

Aunt Rosa shook her head.

"Right?"